MURDERERS ARE WORSE THAN PRETENDERS
I dunno who comes up with these lame ass axioms. Like 'pretenders are worse than murderers'. Really? So basically what this 'wise man' is saying is that he'd rather be clobbered to death with a blunt object than have a friend pretend that he likes his shirt (or skin, or what ever those neanderthals used to wear back then)? I dunno about you but I prefer people pretending to like me other than them tying me up naked on to a wiremesh electric bed then broom fucking me to death. But that is just me.... I do not mind pretenders, and this is why.
Today I went to have supper two hours later than everyone else. This is a calculated move to avoid eating with my aunt . I arrive at the table smiling like a maafaka and set myself comfortably on the sofa to eat whatever fuckery that she might have cooked. It was....surprise surprise, ugali! Just like yesterday and the day before that. and also tommorow and the day after that. Basically we eat that maize daily. So much that my shit is always white. But I have no problem with that. I am used to it and as long as I do not eat anything better, I am good.
I serve myself and spread myself on the couch and switch on the Dexxemode. But just as I had a bite of the culinary disaster that is my aunt's cooking, guess who walks in back to the living room....my goodness it was my aunt! I choked. partly because the food tasted shittier than yesterday and partly because I was shocked to find her awake at that hour.
This was a problem because I did not have my mp3 player with me, so I could not pretend I was busy listening to music. I was all exposed for the meaningless small talk that she would start. Then I would pretend to listen. In which case I would pretend to also want to know how her day was. Then smile at the second sentence that she would say, regardless of what it was. To show that I am listening. She knows I am pretending and that I do not give a rat's arse about how her boss gave her a lot of work. She knows this because she is also pretending. She has to do so because that is her work in a way. In a way that I will explain in a longer post.
So back to my point. Everyone pretends. Whether its that BFF of yours that pretends to like you while in real all she is trying to do in fuck your guy. Or maybe its that wife of yours that pretends to love you as long as you have money. I mean I dunno how people pretend to you but I am sure that you might have found out. Hell, you yourself might also be a pretender. Yes you know what you pretend about.
All I am saying is that sometimes it is completely necessary. Maybe its because of the image you made for yourself or maybe, like me, you do not earn enough to afford not to pretend. But whatever the reason, be glad that those pretenders are pretending and not murdering you!
Today I went to have supper two hours later than everyone else. This is a calculated move to avoid eating with my aunt . I arrive at the table smiling like a maafaka and set myself comfortably on the sofa to eat whatever fuckery that she might have cooked. It was....surprise surprise, ugali! Just like yesterday and the day before that. and also tommorow and the day after that. Basically we eat that maize daily. So much that my shit is always white. But I have no problem with that. I am used to it and as long as I do not eat anything better, I am good.
I serve myself and spread myself on the couch and switch on the Dexxemode. But just as I had a bite of the culinary disaster that is my aunt's cooking, guess who walks in back to the living room....my goodness it was my aunt! I choked. partly because the food tasted shittier than yesterday and partly because I was shocked to find her awake at that hour.
This was a problem because I did not have my mp3 player with me, so I could not pretend I was busy listening to music. I was all exposed for the meaningless small talk that she would start. Then I would pretend to listen. In which case I would pretend to also want to know how her day was. Then smile at the second sentence that she would say, regardless of what it was. To show that I am listening. She knows I am pretending and that I do not give a rat's arse about how her boss gave her a lot of work. She knows this because she is also pretending. She has to do so because that is her work in a way. In a way that I will explain in a longer post.
So back to my point. Everyone pretends. Whether its that BFF of yours that pretends to like you while in real all she is trying to do in fuck your guy. Or maybe its that wife of yours that pretends to love you as long as you have money. I mean I dunno how people pretend to you but I am sure that you might have found out. Hell, you yourself might also be a pretender. Yes you know what you pretend about.
All I am saying is that sometimes it is completely necessary. Maybe its because of the image you made for yourself or maybe, like me, you do not earn enough to afford not to pretend. But whatever the reason, be glad that those pretenders are pretending and not murdering you!
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